[Or] An Experiment In Reality

[Fish Head]

Before I start posting actual work, I would like to make a quick explanation of what my work is. It is a realistic fiction dealing with the inner monologue and thoughts of a person. As it is an inner monologue, descriptions and information do not come forward immediately as the thinker already knows what the person they are thinking about looks like and the layouts of buildings. This is not a story about an regular Joe. My character is far from ordinary, as you will eventually find out. My novella is a 30 day experience of thought processes and conversations through someone else's eyes. While it may not have any fantasy in it, I hope that it will intrigue you and hopefully keep your interest until the end. Opinions welcome.

[Fish Head]

An Experiment In Reality

October 1, 2006
8:51 A.M.
Life is like waking up on a winter’s weekend. That’s what I thought as I got out of bed. It made sense, after all, you wake up and enjoy the warmth of your bed, maybe sleep in a little bit, but soon you are forced out of your comfort zone, into the cold floors of your life. A kind of depressing philosophy, but I think it’s okay.

I dragged my feet out into the living room, and sadly the first thing I did was check what was on the television. Infomercial. Infomercial. Infomercial. Some sport I didn’t care about. I finally settled on watching The Magic Bullet infomercial. It seemed to be best of the products sold, but they didn’t use a live audience, so you aren’t sure if the product is as good as they say it is. After having watched them make various breakfast items, I realized I was hungry. Two choices. Raisin Bran, or Honey Nut Cheerios. I went with cheerios today. I poured my bowl, put in the last of a gallon of milk, grabbed a spoon, and then sat back on the couch.

Eating my cereal, I realized that the reception was getting fuzzy, I didn’t really care, I mean I could go and fix the reception, but I didn’t want to waste the energy tinkering with the antenna. Having finished my cereal, I went onto the computer and accessed the thing that keeps me alive. No, not the internet, music is what keeps me alive. My Windows Media Player is overloaded with my favorite music and music I had been told was good but hadn’t got around to listening too. After shuffling through my 4-5 star songs, I settled on Waiting for the Worms by Pink Floyd. I’ve always loved Pink Floyd, in fact I’ve listened to it for most of my life… I can’t really remember the first time I’d ever heard it… must’ve been a long time ago though.

But back to the point. Music has been my lifeline for a long time. Recently I learned that music determines my mood, so if I want to be depressed, angry, or sad, I just have to listen to the right music. Having dicked around on my computer for long enough I finally decided to get online… ah the internet, the poison of our lives. After checking my various sites, I continued to delve into my world of music. Sometimes I’ll just sit at my computer, head on the table listening to music. Suddenly, I realized I hadn’t taken a shower, I jumped from my computer desk and ran into the bathroom.

There’s nothing like a really good shower. The hot water pouring all over you, the steam rising up, utter relaxation is accomplished. The most relaxing part about a shower is that you can’t really do anything while taking one. You can’t do your homework, you can’t make any calls, all you can do is sit and relax. Having become squeaky clean, I re-enter the living room.

I could do my homework, but instead I decide to lay on the couch and watch In Living Color on DVD. You know Jim Carey (or James as he was called back then) is a frickin’ genious. He was the token white guy on the show. You don’t get that joke unless you’ve seen the show. Anyway, after laying around for about an hour, I had some pie. Interesting thing about the pie. I was in a pie eating contest the previous day. I lost because I had eaten at a barbecue and hour before. So there is a half eaten pie in my fridge that I had basically made out with. Noone in my family will eat it. So I had one chocolate crème pie all to myself, which I had eaten throughout the day.

I messed around for the rest of the day, not doing anything in particular. Finally it came time to go to youth group. We were having a retro night. I went as one of the wild and crazy guys from SNL. I found out that they were going to give everyone energy drinks when it was over, and foolishly I took one. I was feeling fine during the giant dance competition (which I didn’t win.) I lost the drawing for the PSP by 1 number (98565 the winning number being 98566.) Then we watched a quick video. It had that thing where they showed sped up traffic that would stop every once in a while. That’s when I started getting the shakes, REALLY bad. It felt like my soul had exploded, and I had know idea why, so I drank some water from the drinking fountain to try and calm myself down, but it didn’t work.

It turns out that since I hadn’t had any protein; my body wasn’t absorbing any of the taurine niacin and caffeine. I spent most of the service outside trying to calm my body down. After having run around and eaten something I felt a little better, and by that time service was over. I had learned my lesson about energy drinks, don’t drink them on an empty stomach, but I took three leftover ones home so that when I had to wake up early I could give myself a little kick in the pants and get energized.

On my way home I realized that I hadn’t prepared my green peanut butter that I needed to use as a beauty product for my Spanish class that I had the next day. Upon getting home I mixed the peanut butter and green food coloring. I wasn’t allowed to use that much and I hoped that it would be enough for what we planned to do with it. Upon finishing that I could relax. I found a hard time doing it; my mind was still running a million miles a minute. It’s one of those moments where you feel like there is more to you and everything around you. You feel like you are within an inch of learning everything, of achieving an omniscient state.

Eventually the feeling subsided as I slipped into my world of music. My mom yelled at me, commanding me to unload the dishwasher, completely killing my mood. I was still buzzed, so I was talking a little faster than I usually do, and I spent my time complaining about how there are to many damn cups (which is true, we do have too many damn cups.) I finally went to bed, still slightly buzzing, knowing that I’d probably have a hard time waking up the next day. 10:00 P.M.


Current word count: 1,116. I know that there is little detail and description. I purposely made it like that. When you see your friends each day, you don't actively describe them in your mind, and neither does my character. Remember I'm going for thought processes and inner monologue. The paragraphs are rough... if I ever edit, they will be a lot cleaner.

[James]

May I suggest paragraphs?

[Fish Head]

Fine Lozzie, if you really insist.

[James]

I'm just saying, because I know that not having a story in paragraphs really turns my gears...

That, and I think when pip reads it, I think he will flip out as well :XD

[Fish Head]

October 2, 2006
6:20 A.M.
I didn’t wake up with any happy or philosophical thoughts. I woke up to sleeping in twenty minutes. Not pleasant.

Showers in the morning aren’t pleasant either, especially when they are rushed. You’ve just woken up, and you step into the shower, and just stand there. You aren’t conscious enough to enjoy it, so you stand there like a zombie. You only wake up when you get out of the shower, and only because of how cold it is out in the rest of the house. I stumbled through the darkness of my house into the laundry room and rifled through my clothes until I found something fit for wearing. A pair of gray nylon pants with crappy pockets and a red shirt with the words “Hi, I don’t care, thanks!” emblazoned across them.

I wandered into the living room and packed my bag for school our 1-3-5 day, removing my math work. Having that accomplished, I realized that I had about ten minutes before I needed to leave, and promptly fell asleep on the couch for the remaining time. At 7:10 I ventured out into the 40 degree city with my fish hat on my head, a backpack on my back, and a tenor saxophone in my hand. I had almost forgotten my green peanut butter, but I grabbed it at the last moment.

The walk to the bus stop isn’t that long, it’s just really creepy and cold, and very tiresome while carrying a tenor sax. I made it to the bus stop on time and got on. I don’t like riding the busses when they are filled with other people. There are only two kinds of people who ride the bus, people who don’t have cars, and people who are to unstable to drive cars. As a result, there are a lot of weird people on the busses. Not really in the mornings, especially at 6:10 (when I normally ride the bus.) At about 6:40 I arrived at school.

I went to the band room because there was no where else to really go in the morning. I watched the “Jazz Band” “play” “music” for awhile. I hate jazz band. I had taken it the year before and I had such a bad experience I didn’t come back the next year. At 7:00 the bell rang and wind ensemble started. Wind ensemble was extremely uneventful, as was most of the school day. In science we did a simple lab involving analyzing the flames of different elements. Spanish was the high point of my day. My partner and I performed our beauty product/diet supplement commercial, and I got green peanut butter spread all over my face. I even ate some of it. It was quite tasty.

After school got out I made my way down to my bus stop and waited to be picked up. Upon entering the bus I was once again amongst the freaks of the bus. A very uncomfortable five minute bus ride later I was back home. I walked in the heat of the day to back to my house to unwind. I decided to watch Pulse, which was a live Pink Floyd concert that I had recorded off of PBS recently. I must have dozed off a couple of times while watching it, because the music jumped a couple of times.

I’m not allowed to get online until 5:00 P.M. so instead, I called Shahida. We talked for awhile, about her boyfriend, about my crush on her, about dreams and goals. Shahida and I are the people who can easily have hour long conversations. Alas, eventually she had to go do homework and I decided to do my homework the next day. So I spent the rest of my night listening to music and lying on my couch until I needed to go to bed.
10:00P.M.

A little short of my goal of 2,000 words today...

[Fish Head]

October 3, 2006
5:00 A.M., and again at 5:10 A.M.
I did not have a pleasant night. Two words, LEG CRAMP. I woke up screaming in the middle of the night. Surprisingly I was able to get back to sleep for a couple of hours before 5:00. Five is my normal time to wake up, but I needed just a little more sleep. So I hit the snooze and did as the button said for about ten more minutes.

Same old morning routine of stumbling around the house, but this time I had no pants to wear. Only shorts. Shorts in cold morning weather are never good. Thankfully the temp outside was 50 degrees (warm for that time of the morning.) And so I walked out into the darkness of 6:10 in the morning. Arrived at the bus stop on time, but there was a problem. My bus pass was expired and I needed to pick up a new one. I’d needed to do it for a few days.

I managed to talk my way onto the bus, and was soon headed to school. The morning bus ride is always so peaceful, hardly anyone is on, and you have time to yourself. I got off at my stop and walked to the band hall.

Upon going up the stairs, I heard a resounding cry of “GUR” from my friend Alfredo. We sat around out side of the choir room and waited for jazz choir to start. Notice I don’t have a problem with jazz choir, that’s because jazz choir does not involve carrying a heavy instrument. Jazz choir went well, as it usually does, because everyone is brain dead and so there isn’t much expected (that and we are all very talented.)

It was a 2-4-6 day, so I moved on to math. Honors Algebra 2. Ugh. The only good part about math that day was the scheduled fire alarm that everyone knew about. From math we went on to “advisory.” One of the crappiest and most useless classes ever. Mrs. Brown, the crazy southern Jew, teaches my advisory class. I don’t have any thing against crazy, the South, or Judaism, but altogether it’s kind of weird.

After forty five minutes that I’m never getting back it was time to move onto a bigger waste of time, world history. Taught by the student teacher named Mr. Baker. The class wasn’t that bad, we watched A Tale Of Two Cities and messed around for practically the entire period, not a complete loss at all.

For lunch, I went up into the library and played tanks with my friends. Because my friends and me are easily excited, we were shushed multiple times and almost were kicked out, but it was fun anyway.

From lunch, we went on to the class of eternal pointlessness, English. We took a simple vocab quiz, and because I finished first, I was granted the privilege of getting the ScanTron from first floor. It was fun, I was able to use the faculty elevators and take my time. I entered the class to find everyone studying our poetry book Spoon River Anthology.

School overall that day was a complete waste. I even forgot to get my new bus pass, so I had to bum change off a freshman (talk about degrading.)

Things didn’t improve when I came home. I had forgotten to plug the phone line back in when I went to bed, and as a result was grounded from the internet for a day. With a lack of better things, I checked to see if I had anything due on Wednesday. I didn’t so instead of working ahead, I sprawled out on the couch and watched TV. That pleasure could only last so long though, for soon I had to leave for band practice.

I was told that it was going to be a full dress rehearsal, so I came wearing my gym shorts, dinkles, and black socks. Turned out that since there was a chance of rain our director decided against marching in uniform. So, for two and a half hours, I marched in some of the thinnest clothing ever. I was not a happy camper, and desperate to get home so I could release my stress into my world of music.

At 9:21, I arrived home and plugged into my computer. While I was trying to degauss myself of stress, my parents became engaged in an argument. Something about money, I tend not to try to find out what the arguments are about. Soon I was at peace with basically everything in the universe (except for emos), and I decided it was about time to hit the hay.
10:10 P.M.

October 4, 2006
5:30 A.M.
A late morning. Late mornings are never good. Late mornings usually result in being late for the bus, and being late for the bus sucks. Big time. I new that I had to use the forbidden drink. Wired 294 Triple Caffeine. After a few sips I was awake, but I knew that I had to go beyond awake. I had to go Wired.

I was halfway through the can when the effects kicked in, and I knew that I had to eat and quickly. So after scarfing down a bowl of raisin bran and a hard-boiled egg I felt the effects kick in. My brain and speech speeds spiked. Taking the rest of the Wired and pouring it into an empty water bottle, I near ran to the bus stop.

Today I had come prepared with the thirty-five cent bus fare ready, and I had set a reminder on my cell to get my bus pass. On the bus ride I was a little more… awake than I’ve ever been, resulting in some slight twitches and attention to everything.

On the way up to Jazz Choir, I noticed two things. 1. My water bottle had re-pressurized. 2. The Wired looked like an alcoholic beverage. Having noticed these two things, I immediately chugged the remaining beverage and threw the bottle into the nearest park garbage can, and I realized another interesting thing. Wired is better when it was flat.

I arrived at the choir room to find it open, and proceeded to have one of the best Jazz Choir practices ever. We did mainly Jazz improv., which is always fun when it is taken seriously. I also demonstrated some of the blues songs I had learned from my dad, which made a big impression upon all of my peers and my teacher.

After Jazz Choir was band. Band does not deserve mentioning. Someone locked my locker, and I couldn’t remember it. Then my director threatened to place a nail in a place on my tenor that would give me a groin injury if I didn’t hold the instrument properly.

After crappy band we went on to math, where the energy punched me in the face like Mike Tyson. I had it all, the slight trembling, the impulsivity, the fast talking, and the mood swings. It was rather enjoyable.

Once math was done, I practically ran to science. We had a sub, meaning that nothing was accomplished but conversations.

Alas, soon fun time was over, and we had to move onto history. We watched more of A Tale Of Two Cities, and I got the chance to sketch one of my peers. Every once in awhile I get the perfect viewpoint for a sketch, and they hold still long enough for me to get a good sketch. I know I’m pretty good because I’ve been complemented on it a few times, however I just can’t draw faces, I need to work on that.

We didn’t get around to finishing the movie, so we were released to lunch, which was as usual uneventful.

Spanish was slightly interesting. For the past week, we’ve had someone pull the fire alarm just as 5th period starts. Today they did it twice. I think that it’s an organized group, if it was one person they would’ve been caught by then.

The actual class period was a boring test, and English wasn’t anymore eventful. We were given “time to work” which meant “act like you’re working and talk.”

After school was the worst time for me. It turns out for JUST the month of October I had to have picked up my bus pass before September ended. Bastards… I had to bum bus fare off of the librarians.

When I got home, I actually had to do homework, which didn’t take me long, I just had to recopy some things. My mom soon found out about my bus pass issue and went ballistic, she was planning to talk to the transportation department about it. I enjoyed a rather quiet evening, however, my friend Christopher and his had-a-stroke-when-he-was-a-baby-so-he's-a-little-slow brother stopped by for haircuts from my mom, she gives the free to friends of the family.

After that I sat around on my butt listening to music and surfing the net, until I finally had to go to bed.
10:00 P.M.

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[Fish Head]

October 5, 2006
5:00 A.M.
I faintly remember this morning, most likely because nothing bad happened. I got up and ready in plenty of time, and I bummed some bus fare from my mom. In fact, my morning was near perfect, as was most of school.

Jazz Choir was wonderful, we worked on Jazz theory regarding scatting, and had a little mini-test regarding writing out a sung melody and writing lyrics for it. All period was Jazz… wonderful…

Even band didn’t suck that day. I got my tenor back from the shop, which meant I didn’t have to use someone else’s tenor now, very good indeed. For the past week we’ve been preparing for The Cavalcade Of Bands, and today was no different.

I started losing during science, meaning that I passed out in the middle of class. Luckily I wasn’t caught. Most people fall asleep because of being tired, I fall asleep out of boredom. Apparently we had an essay explaining atomic theory due the next Monday, which majorly sucks.

After science we moved on to history, which was the same old same old so it won’t be talked about. During lunch, I was called by mother and told to go pick up my bus pass, which I did gratefully. I don’t know what she said to them, but it must’ve been something big. For lunch I had a bagel and a chocolate milk, because it was all I could afford. Spanish was also uneventful, as was English.

Overall the school day wasn’t that exciting, and the day was looking as if it was going to turn out normal. It almost did, until it came to band practice. That’s when I noticed the moon. It was full. I have a lycan obsession, and therefore also obsessed with the full moon. I spent the practice staring at the moon every moment I got. On the way home, I came up with a plan. When I get to college, I plan to convince my peers that I am a werewolf. By letting little suspicious things slip and furtively denying them, I could convince people that I am a lycan. This thought pleased me, and I smiled all the way home. Upon using my computer I pulled up The Sickness by Disturbed. If you cut out all the child abuse at the end, the song sounds like it could be about lycanthropy, but maybe it’s just me. It turns out I was more tired than I thought, because upon getting into be I fell asleep almost instantly.
10:00 P.M.


Sorry for the shortness... VERY TIRED. The weekend and next week promise to be more interesting as a major change of events will be happening in the characters life.

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[Fish Head]

October 6, 2006
5:00 A.M.
A tiring day indeed. Waking up wasn’t pleasant. I sat in bed for a few minutes before I could finally haul myself out of my bed. Average morning up until I fell asleep on the couch. I ended up lucid dreaming, which was very cool indeed. I had heard about lucid dreaming and was told that flying during a lucid dream is supposed to be one of the coolest things you can do. I tried it, it was ok, I’ve had cooler things happen in dreams. I had a hard time finding my I.D. badge, and got out of the house late, but that’s not the reason I almost missed the bus. I was wearing my black swim team sweatshirt, and apparently that makes me blend into the darkness.
Jazz choir was a little less Jazz then usual, there was a lot of wasted time. There was a plus to that day though, I was complemented by my director on my scatting skill. We had a performance coming up, and so we ran through all of our songs. Turns out that we only have three fourths of our music down, meaning that we practiced, practiced, practiced, for the rest of the period.

In band all we did is load the band truck for the game that night and Cavalcade the following day. If you looked busy, no one really bothered you to carry anything. Needless to say, I looked busy.

Math was a substitute, meaning absolutely no work was done. I talked to Shahida for the entire period. At the time she was having boyfriend problems, which are very good for me. I get to show that I care about other people while also learning what to and not to do. I also got to work on a history essay that I had an entire week to work.

Having accomplished nothing and yet everything, I moved on to science. Science was the same. Mr. Klarich lecturing, me pretending to listen, but this time I was working on a history essay AND pretending to listen. Tricky indeed. For once I did not tick of my teacher, which was a completely new experience.

Having learned more nothing, I moved on to history. We finally finished A Tale Of Two Cities, which I finally decided was an awesome movie. After the movie, I turned in my essay, which was just a load of smoke and mirrors. I find it easier to bul***** my way through essays instead of actually working, and it works very well if you have confidence and self-assurance.

For lunch we had another pulled fire alarm. It turns out that for every false alarm we have, the perpetrator is fined $500, and if the perpetrator is not found, the fine goes to the ASB. That kind of sucks, but I figure that if these alarm pullers have gotten this far, then they deserve some major acknowledgement. I say they because I’m pretty sure it is an organized group doing it. I don’t really care about ASB funding that much, it’s not like I enjoy school dances, all they play is hip-hop… which is some of the stupidest music I have ever heard.

After lunch it was once again time for Spanish, and once again, nothing happened. We did a minor reading from our text books, and that was it. Nothing productive came from that period, unless you count making a spring loaded pencil eraser productive. Yep good old Spanish class, were nothing happens but somehow you learn something.
Finally the last class of the day came, and with it, my high school nemesis. Mrs. Drollinger, my arch rival was subbing our English class while our teacher was out celebrating our anniversary. Due to the various miss-teachings of Mrs. Drollinger, most of the class failed a quiz, except for the ones who listened to me. They passed completely. Yes, Mrs. Drollinger, the sub who I’ve continuously encountered through my high school and part of my middle school careers. Upon entering the classroom, I asked Mrs. Drollinger if she remembered me, and she replied that I was the kind of person who isn’t forgotten easily. She said it in that tone that let you know that she wished she could forget about me. Yes Mrs. Drollinger, try and forget about me, we’ll just keep meeting when my teachers leave. One day Mrs. Drollinger, I will win, and you will lose… Sorry, got a little evil there for a moment.

Soon school was out, and I went to hang out in the library. From about 2:35 to 3:10, the fire alarm was pulled about five times. The group was getting more efficient. But alas, I had to go home, and not find out how the shenanigans ended.

Two bad things happened when I came home. The first was that my mom was leaving to a conference over the weekend. The second was that I had forgotten my tenor in the band room. Our director had already told us that there was no going back to the band room after school was out. So I made a few calls and was told that it MAY have been taken on the band truck. I settled for what I could and relaxed whilst listening to some music.

Upon reaching serenity, I had to leave for the football game. It was a rival game. The Davis Pirates (us) vs. the Eishenower (Ike for short) Cadets. I was stuck doing pep band. Crappy boring pep band. My instrument HAD been loaded onto the truck, meaning that I did have to play. We performed our half time show, which went over extremely well, and then were released during third quarter. I didn’t find out what the final score was until the next day. I went home an extremely tired person, yet I stayed up until 11:00 on the computer, even thought I knew I had to wake up early the next day. I figured at the time that waking up early was my future self’s problem, not mine.
11:00 P.M.

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[Fish Head]

October 7, 2006
6:00 A.M.
Waking up was miserable. I felt a little sick and a little tired, but that is why God invented energy drinks, but I couldn’t have one just yet. I had to pack. I packed my normal equipment, DS with games, a good book to read, WAY to much food to eat by myself. My dad was taking me to the school, so I knew that he would wait until the last possible moment to go and then blame me for being late. I knew the entire morning procedure, and performed without a hitch.

We arrived at the school about five minutes before the band left. I caught the last minute announcements. I handed Shahida said she was tired, so I handed her one of my last energy drinks, and we had a little cheesy toast. Soon, I was shoved unto the bus, and the trip began.

It started like any other field trip, starting out with chitchat and homework, along with the premature eating of snacks. That deteriorated to chitchat, joke telling, more snack eating, and video games. Finally, it degenerated to what all bus rides degenerate into, singing. But this was a bus trip, so most of the upper classmen sang last years show, the music of Ray Charles. I of course, joined in.

Halfway to Prosser we stopped at a park and had an hour rehearsal to address last minute issues. My section leader was working on my last good nerve, I basically told her to piss off and leave me alone and ignored her for the rest of the practice. After the practice it was just a little further to The Cavalcade Of Bands.

We were scheduled to be the first to perform after lunch. We were in the AAA large division, which was an upgrade from AAA small, which was our division last year. Before we knew it, the time had come for us to enter preliminary competition. There was a lot of stopping and starting, with us at attention constantly.

Our director had made me put my slightly long hair into a tiny ponytail, which at the time was digging into the back of my head, giving me a headache. But alas, we had to perform. Our show was Spices, consisting of five songs, Cayenne Pepper, Oregano, Paprika, Ginger, and Curry Powder. We performed as best we could, and in eight short minutes, it was all over.

Upon reaching our designated place, we were all pumped. We hastily ate the food that the Davis Band Boosters provided, and went back to the stadium to see the other bands perform. Royal had done Nintendo classics, which I had unfortunately missed. The rest of the shows were good. The last band to perform before finals announcements was Mead.

Mead is the school that wins, in everything, except for having a soul. The charge for joining Mead is $2,000 dollars, upfront. Not only that, but you get demerits for doing the wrong things. Three demerits, and you are out of the band. You don’t get your money back. If you have an unexcused absence, you get replaced. There is a waiting list of roughly fifty people at any given moment, waiting to join. They learn the music with the chance of never performing it, ever. At Mead, sports schedule themselves around band. That’s how serious they take it. Drill is learned in sectionals or solo, it is not taught during practice.

Mead does not have a soul, but they do win. Mead’s show this year, was hilarious, me and my friend spent all of our time making fun of it by narrating it. It was an average day in the life of some guy. It started like this. Oh look at the time! I better pick up my rifle and spin it to make sure it still works. It’s a good thing I’m a ninja, because it also functions as a bow staff. We just went on and on. The show was well done, the music and drill was just stupid.

And soon it was time for finals announcements. We won. And by we won I mean we won absolutely nothing. We even sang a spontaneous group parody of We Are The Champions as we left. It went like this: They kicked our asses, they kicked our asses, we are the losers cuz they kicked our asses. We weren’t that downtrodden though, we only missed finals by four points.

There was a little time before finals for everyone to mellow out. My friend Danny and I discussed material for my new television show that he was going to be co-hosting. Having come up with some good ideas, we watch. Danny and I sat in an area far away from everyone else with Danny’s girlfriend, and me and him “narrated” the finals competition through the judge’s perspectives. It was rather entertaining. We ended up developing a creepy English guy voice, which we planned to use in our show.

We were not able to watch the end of finals, because we needed to head back home. The bus ride home was similar to the one to Cavalcade, except singing was banned, and people were hoarse from yelling.

I continued to use my creepy English guy voice until I got home which was around 10:30 P.M. I called up Shahida and talked to her for a few minutes. Turned out that she had broken up with her boyfriend during the day, which meant two things. 1. She was single. 2. She needed a date to homecoming. I proceeded to ask her, but was deflated upon getting a maybe. Apparently she thought of asking her ex-boyfriend instead of asking me. That makes perfect sense except for the part where it doesn’t. Within ten minutes of hanging the phone up I was comatose in bed.
11:00 P.M.

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[Fish Head]

October 8, 2006
9:30 A.M.
I woke up. Well, woke up is an overstatement. I became conscious of the fact that it was Sunday. That’s about it. About ten minutes later I realized what time it was. Five minutes afterward I remembered my name, and a few minutes after that I remembered everything else. Homework. A lot of it. In fact, a whole portfolio worth that hadn’t been done. Yet. Keyword yet.

I had all day to do my homework. At the moment I had that thought I was corrected. Apparently I had signed up to help sell popcorn in front of Fred Myer’s to help my troop out in our fundraising. From 1:00 to 3:00. I had youth group from 5:00 to 8:00. I was screwed. I started working around 11:00 A.M. I had about sixteen homework assignments, and a project. All due Monday. I also had a test, but I never study for tests, so there was no reason in being worried about them. The point was that I had maybe five hours to get all my homework done. IF I didn’t get distracted.

I was able to get about nine of the easy assignments done before I had to leave for Fred Myers. There I donned my boy scout uniform and went to work selling popcorn. I managed to sell over $200 worth of popcorn, but not without losing some of my dignity. Logic says that there would’ve been someone there who knew me. That wasn’t the problem, there were MULTIPLE people there who knew me. Meaning that there were a lot more people in the world who knew I was a boy scout. I don’t have any problems with being a boy scout, but I do have a problem with people who think that they can tease me about it.

After what had seemed like an eternity, I was released from selling duties and went back home for about fifty minutes. I got a bite to eat and checked my websites like the nerd I am. I also gathered up my remaining homework to try and make a feeble attempt at doing some of it at church.

Never ever try to do homework at church, especially when you’re on the worship team. You have no time to get anything done. That’s what I learned at church. Up until about fifteen minutes before the service started I was tied up in worship team practice. In the spare fifteen minutes I was given, me and my friend Aaron walked down to a nearby 7/11. I walked in acting eccentric like I usually do while Aaron bought us some authentic mini-mart taquitos. My eccentricity didn’t go well with the cashier, and as we were making our purchase the cashier asked if I was doped up. That was the first time in my life that someone openly questioned if I was on drugs.

The service that night was a complete bomb. I didn’t feel anything, except during worship. Other than that I found no spiritual enrichment that night. I went home exhausted but still having homework. After about an hour of attempting to work on it, I finally gave up and went to bed.
10:00 P.M.

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[Fish Head]

October 9, 2006
6:00 A.M.
When you wake up making a noise similar to that of a dying zombie, you can be pretty sure that your day isn’t going to be the best. I got up with a stuffy nose and a stuffy head. My cold was getting worse. The hot and therapeutic heat of the shower cleared my head for a little while, but I still crashed on my couch for about a half hour.

It was the same old funeral march to school, except it was especially grim today. I had a science portfolio due. I wasn’t finished with it. But that’s why they invented copying other people’s work. What would’ve taken an hour of busy work took fifteen minutes of copying and rewording. I did have to write a presentation on atomic theory from scratch, but that’s never hard to do.

During band we listened to the judge tapes from Cavalcade and found out how close we had actually come to making it into finals. Turns out it was very, VERY close. If we had improved our individual work (by practicing) we could have easily made finals. So then our director went on a practicing rampage, guilting us, lecturing us, and pressuring us all to practice and show up on time for practices, and arrange sectionals… it was tiring just listening to him.

Once released from wind ensemble it was onto the science of doom. I both feared and looked forward to it. We had to take a test, and make a presentation. I wasn’t worried about the presentation. I nervously did the test, answering them to the best of my abilities. Once the tests were done, we had our presentations. I was the third to go. I let my outgoing loud and funny self out, causing my presentation to be one of the best (and longest) performed. I may have lost points for having it be slightly inaccurate, but I did extremely well in all of the other categories. I watched others make their presentations. Most of them were uncreative and dull, however there were a few that like me, were full of energy and exuberance.

Eventually the time for science was over, and the time of lunch was in full swing. Lunch was as usual boring and dull. So it was onto Spanish. We watched Wallace And Gromit And The Curse Of The Were-Rabbit in Spanish with English subtitles. I was rather disappointed, you just can’t get a good English accent when it’s in Spanish. We watched it until class was over.

I went promptly home and did absolutely nothing for an extended period of time. I called YCTV and found out that the production course was at 1:30. The same time as my English class. If I hoped to make it to the class, I had to convince my English teacher to let me miss her class. But that was a problem for my future self. And a problem for future self was of no importance to me.
10:00 P.M.

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[Fish Head]

October 10, 2006
5:00 A.M., and again at 5:10 A.M.

I woke up and hit the snooze for a ten minute extra nap. It was quite pleasant. My cold was getting increasingly worse, and I was soon coughing. I don’t cough like a normal person does, I have just enough asthma to give myself a nice deep throaty cough without it hurting me. As a result, I can get out of many things if I wish to. My parents know this, so I can’t use it to get out of school. I got to school at my usual time, doing my usual thing, as usual.

Jazz choir was scatting and mike work, not very exciting. Math was… crappy. More assignments were assigned and things were looking gloomy. History sucked. We were assigned Spanish Revolutionists. We had to research their accomplishments and how they affected their countries. We went to the library to do “research,” meaning messing around on the internet. I managed to get all the idiots mad at me by telling them that Wikipedia is an unreliable source (which it is.) I spent the rest of the period practicing chronostasis on www.grasshopper.com. Lunch had food in it, which was good.

English was dull. Vocab test. Crappy and stupid assignments regarding our books. I approached my teacher and convinced her to let me be absent the next day provided I did my vocab cards and showed them to her Wednesday during lunch. I was elated. If only that elation could have lasted all day.

I went home and relaxed until I had to return for marching band, which sucked. My section leader was being a complete *****, and was harping on me all practice, saying hypocritical things, like I talked to much, I shouldn’t have my cell phone out, that I was doing things wrong. What she doesn’t realize is that she’s the pot calling teakettle black. I kept on feeling like I was going to vomit into my instrument. It was a very unpleasant experience. I ended up getting home late with no time to do anything, and I had no option but to go and sleep.

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[Sarah]

Hmm...I haven't read every word, but from what I have read, I must say it's pretty good. It's relatable. It's well worded. It's enjoyable.

There's not much else I can say. If you want constructive criticism, then I'll wait until it's finished. So far, thumbs up. =]

[Fish Head]

October 11, 2006

The day had come, the day that would start a gigantic experience in my life. At least that’s what I thought. No not thought, hoped. It would be a while before I would find out the impact. I was energized, despite still having my ailment.

There weren’t anymore pairs of pants for me to wear except for my retro polyester pants. I hate wearing them, and if you’ve ever worn polyester pants, you’ll know what I mean. The morning was okay overall, but I was nervous. I was depending on my father to take me from school to publi